Chapter 259 People from rivers and lakes, soldiers crossing the river
He Li Sheng ancestral hall, the door is closed.
Standing in front of the ancestral hall door, Hong Sheng couldn't help but find it funny. These old men always like to pretend - as long as the time is not up, the door will always be closed.
It was as if they were discussing and analyzing so intensely that the results were not discussed until the end.
In the days when his father Hong Wu was talking about things, had these people not cleaned the ancestral hall early and left the door open?
"It's just going through the motions. Why make it so complicated?"
Hong Sheng yawned, pushed the door open and stepped in.
As soon as his feet landed, he felt a sticky and slippery feeling on his feet, and at the same time, a sweet and fishy smell rushed straight into his nose.
Hong Sheng looked at the ground, and his scalp suddenly went numb - Hua Zirong was lying on the ground, and his already red flowered shirt was now stained even redder with blood.
Uncle Deng, Black-faced Cai, Mingbiao, Gungun...
Each and every prominent figure has expired at this moment, lying in pieces on the ground, and their pale and stiff faces no longer have the majesty and calmness they had before.
Hong Sheng turned his head and looked at a corner, his eyes neither sad nor angry.
"Did you kill them?"
"Yes, don't worry, they will all die quickly and there will be no pain at all."
Yamamoto Masahito walked out from the corner, still dressed in white, but with a touch of blood on the corner of his mouth, which looked more like he put it on himself.
Looking around Hong Sheng, he asked: "Are you alone, without any subordinates?"
Hong Sheng spread his hands, "Are you the only one?"
"It's different, completely different."
Yamamoto Masahito put one hand in his clothes and put the other hand outside, wagging his fingers.
"You are here to speak to the person in question. This is a major event to honor our ancestors. If you have more people, you will have more witnesses.
As for me, if what I do is exposed, I'm afraid all the societies in Hong Kong will come after me. Naturally, having fewer eyes means less risk. ”
Hong Sheng frowned, "If you kill them, how can I still be the talker?"
Yamamoto Masahito smiled and said: "Kill me too, and this matter will be over. Or are you unhappy seeing these people dying miserably?"
"I don't care how these people die."
Hong Sheng glanced at the corpse on the ground, and when he looked up again, his eyes were stern, "I just want to ask you, was it you who killed the gang bombing?"
"Yes!" Yamamoto Masahito smiled evilly.
"Okay, Hongmen's sect rules, if anyone does not care about the friendship of the same sect and harms brothers and sisters, he will be killed by five thunders!"
The smile on Yamamoto Masahito's face became even wider, and he said in a sharper voice than before: "If Mr. Smith wants him to die, he must die. No one can disobey it."
Seeing something strange in Hong Sheng's expression, he added: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Smith, this name should be familiar to you, right? It's the Smith who played your sweetheart to death ten years ago."
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Hong Sheng's eyes widened, almost blood red, and he said sternly: "Smith, is he not dead?"
Yamamoto Masahito grinned, "If he died, where would I hear such a vivid youth story?
Mr. Smith is indeed a master storyteller. Listening to him telling those interesting and exciting plots, I have to admit that I saluted at that time. ”
"Shut up!"
drink!
Hong Sheng shouted and kicked Yamamoto Masahito in the face.
Yamamoto Masahito also flew up with a kick to meet Hong Sheng. The two kicks immediately collided with each other, with equal strength, creating a strong wind.
After each of them took a step back, Hong Sheng twisted his feet and shot out arrows straight at Yamamoto Masahito. At the same time, he stretched out a hand towards his chest, and there was a sound of wind and thunder between his sleeves, which was exactly the way to capture the hand.
When Yamamoto Masahito saw this, the fighting spirit in his eyes became even more intense. He used the soft skills in Kyokushin karate, and a pair of iron hands came forward to meet him, and he was immediately entangled with Hong Sheng.
Seeing Yamamoto Masahito reaching out with one hand, Hong Sheng stepped forward with his feet. When he stepped to the side, his hands had already reached into the opponent's armpits.
Whether it is jutsu or grappling, waist, armpits, shoulders, as long as these important joints are locked, most of the advantages will be lost.
Therefore, Yamamoto Masahito let go of Hong Sheng's immediate vitality. He lowered his hands to hold Hong Sheng's outstretched hands, arched his back back, and was about to break his hands.
The timing and speed of this move are astonishingly clever, and even the angle is almost perfect.
If it were an ordinary master, his arm would be shattered by this move.
But Hong Sheng was obviously not an ordinary person. When Yamamoto Masahito's eyes showed joy, Hong Sheng's steel-bump-like head had already slammed over and hit him right on the bridge of his nose, with blood splattering everywhere.
A sourness immediately surged from his nose to his eyes, and Yamamoto Masahito's vision immediately became blurred.
The move of breaking his arm had already failed, but he was not slow on his feet. He immediately changed his move and moved back. At the same time, he shot out a palm and hit Hong Sheng in the ribs.
This palm was so fast and so powerful that the sound of breaking wind reached Hong Sheng's ears.
But the palm came faster than the sound. Hong Sheng suddenly felt that his internal organs were turned upside down and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Without giving Hong Sheng a chance to breathe, with the force of the impact, Yamamoto Masahito stepped diagonally, grabbed Hong Sheng's waist, and threw him back.
Hong Sheng, who was nearly 1.9 meters and weighed more than 200 kilograms, was thrown up like a sack and flew into the air.
drink!
Hong Sheng didn't care that he was thrown into the air. He punched downwards and hit Yamamoto Masahito's Tianling Gai with great force. With one punch, Yamamoto Masahito's head suddenly shattered like a watermelon, sawdust flying.
Hong Sheng immediately realized that this should be Yamamoto Masahito's [substitute], and the opponent should be using Japanese Onmyoji!
He immediately turned over like a kite in the air, and when he landed on the ground, his feet were firmly planted.
However, Yamamoto Masahito attacked from another direction and struck out with another palm, still under Hong Sheng's ribs.
Hong Sheng was so angry that he immediately took a step forward and punched out halfway. With a sound like the roar of a musket, his fist brought up a wave of air and collided with Yamamoto Masahito.
Yamamoto Masahito turned his strength into his feet, and the surrounding bricks and stones immediately cracked and dust flew into the air.
His eyes widened, and the shadow of a black-faced ghost emerged from his body and jumped onto Hong Sheng's face.
But as soon as the phantom of the fierce ghost touched Hong Sheng, the latter's body suddenly glowed with red light, and the phantom let out a strange scream and disappeared without a trace.
"Double red stick!?"
It was only then that Yamamoto Masahito remembered that strange title. At that time, he felt that the title was awkward to pronounce, and he couldn't pronounce it clearly whether it was Red Flower Double Stick or Double Flower Red Stick.
In the end, I only remembered one thing. This is the short mule recognized as the best in Hong Kong!
The red light on Hong Sheng's body continued to flash, and he grabbed Yamamoto Masahito's face. His wrist seemed to have suddenly grown longer, almost covering his face.
When he was in front of him, Hong Sheng turned his palm into a fist, formed a phoenix eye, and smashed it into Yamamoto Masahito's eyes.
Yamamoto Masahito suddenly felt a fire burning in his chest, and his neck bent back strangely.
There was a bang, and the neck looked like it was broken, with only a layer of skin hanging on the body.
Hong Sheng's punch missed, and he immediately clenched his fist and pulled it back. At the same time, his body moved forward due to the reaction force, and he hit Yamamoto Masahito's chest with an iron mountain push.
There was just a loud bang, and Hong Sheng felt like he had hit a wall head-on. His blood boiled and his bones cracked.
【Fudo Mingou! 】
When Yamamoto Masahito opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot breath, his neck had already been retracted like a spring.
After throwing a trajectory in the air, it got stuck on the body again, making another tooth-aching sound.
Boom!
Hong Sheng opened his mouth and spat out a bloody arrow. It turned out that at some point, Yamamoto Masahito had kneed him in the chest.
He took a few steps back, and a dent appeared in his strong chest. He was obviously seriously injured.
"I'm going to attack you, you damn carrot head!"
Hong Sheng cursed angrily, resisted the tendency to retreat, and stabbed Yamamoto Masahito in the chest again.
Yamamoto Masahito stood up straight again, and [Fudo Myooh] used it. His ability was like a golden bell with an iron shirt again, and he forcefully took Hong Sheng's blow.
He was fine, but Hong Sheng felt the kick in his chest, and the pain in his chest became more and more unbearable. It seemed that he was affected by the reaction force, which affected the injury.
Yamamoto Masahito obviously noticed this, and stepped forward without relaxing, while grabbing the short sword inserted at his waist with both hands.
One hand is holding the handle of the knife, and the other is holding the scabbard.
As soon as Iai slashed out, a cold light flashed across like a white rainbow, stinging the eyes of those who shone on it.
Then came the oozing red clouds. A long and narrow wound opened in Hong Sheng's chest, and blood spurted out.
This time, Yamamoto Masahito's ability to keep blood from his body failed. The blood sprayed all over his face and body, which made him even crazier and his eyes turned red.
He raised the knife and struck it again. This time, from his shoulder to his chest, several more flowers of blood bloomed on Hong Sheng's body in the blink of an eye.
Yamamoto Masahito looked at the splattered blood beads, but his eyes were even more murderous. The next sword he slashed directly turned into a stab, stabbing Hong Sheng straight into the heart.
But before he could straighten his wrist with the knife, a huge force came from him.
Even though he was seriously injured, Hong Sheng still had the strength to resist!
I saw him put his hand on Yamamoto Masahito's wrist, and then pulled hard, and the opponent was pulled to his side.
At the same time, Hong Sheng hit a shooting star and thrust his elbow hard into Yamamoto Masahito's face. A line of blood suddenly bloomed in the corner of his eyes, and a series of blood beads scattered on the ground.
Yamamoto Masahito was furious. He put his other hand on Hong Sheng's wrist and broke it. Hong Sheng's fingers, like iron chopsticks, twisted into several parts.
But at the same time, Hong Sheng struck out again with his other hand, hitting Yamamoto Masahito's chest with a half-step punch.
This Japanese young and dangerous boy spit out a mouthful of blood in response, and his bones crackled. It was obvious that the force penetrated the whole body, causing damage to the meridians and internal organs.
Even so, he still endured the pain and took the blow, braced himself, kept his wrist straight, and the cold light pierced Hong Sheng's chest, disappearing completely.
Blood spurted out from Hong Sheng's mouth, and blood covered Yamamoto Masahito's body and face.
Seeing that the most powerful man in Hong Kong and Kowloon, who shook the world, was gradually dying, Yamamoto Masahito was filled with ecstasy.
"How?"
Yamamoto Masahito smiled ferociously, with a crazy look on his face, "Double-flower red stick, it seems like nothing more than that? Wasn't it just like a dead dog that was knocked down by me with a few swords?
In the final analysis, your Tang people's society is just playing house. You can't fight, you can't be ruthless, and you play all day long with the morality of the world, which is far inferior to that in Hokkaido..."
Snap! ! !
Hong Sheng raised his hand and left a red handprint on Yamamoto Masahito's stunned face, with blood foam everywhere.
(End of chapter)